After tea drinking began classes. Maria Andreevna drove the student on assignments from last year's USE, explaining everything patiently and intelligibly if Mishka did not understand anything. Time flew by.

- Oh! The beginning of the ninth is already! ”She was surprised, looking at her watch,“ Enough for today, Smirnov. I will not give homework on the subject, but about the development of your literary abilities - this is what you have to do at home. This is how we will agree with you ... On the next lesson you will bring me a small essay, 4-5 pages. You will simply describe in it today: what was, what the new and interesting encountered, and so on. Your thoughts and thoughts on any occasion you can state. And most importantly - you will describe what made the most vivid impression on you today. Clear?

“Yeah,” the young man replied gloomily.

- And I will give you this task every time. On Wednesday, bring an essay about Monday, on Saturday - about Wednesday, and so on. Agreed?

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As it usually happens, Smirnov remembered about his homework only on Wednesday after school, when about three hours remained until the next lesson with Maria Andreevna. But for him such a task was simple. He took a clean notebook and quickly scribbled three pages. But at that moment, when he came to the teacher for the first time, Mishka stumbled. I remembered that he did not say a word about the bright impression. What bright impressions can be on a lesson with a tutor? And after the lesson - and even more so. What is there? He came home, banged, sat at the computer and went to bed. And then a crazy thought visited him. I wanted to suddenly if you did not drive the class into the paint, then at least embarrass. He turned on the fantasy and quickly scored another page. I re-read and was quite pleased, anticipating the teacher's reaction to herself after she read it.

But she did not want to read with him. She took a notebook and put it aside. And immediately started the lesson. Without tea, although Bear brought with him, as he wanted, a small box of chocolates. Perhaps offended by his lie, when he said that it was "the parents asked to transfer." But she let him go 20 minutes earlier, recalling the next time bring a new essay.

When the door closed behind Smirnov, Masha first of all settled down on the sofa, stretching her legs with pleasure. After resting for about five minutes, she took a notebook and began to read. It was written really well. It is perky, without further words, but also without understatement. Complex sentences are built correctly, there are no errors in the participial turnovers. A couple of commas, however, is missing, but it is fixable. Masha made a note to understand these mistakes in the next lesson.

She grinned when she read about how Smirnov accidentally devoured all the cookies, and how embarrassing he felt. There were only a few descriptive sentences about her in the essay, but which ones! ”Maria Andreevna sat opposite me, raised her graceful, seemingly weightless, pen, took off her terribly ridiculous glasses, aging her, and then pulled the gum from her tail. Her lush curly hair scattered spectacularly over her shoulders, framing a thin beautiful neck. I was out of breath, but the magic of the moment was unceremoniously broken by her stern voice announcing the start of the class.«.

It was written a bit trite, of course, but very cute. This is speaking of style, but the content ... Re-reading this passage over and over again, Masha experienced more and more confusion. She remembered exactly that nothing of the kind had happened in the last lesson. These are only Smirnov’s fantasies. Thoughts raged in her head. “Why did he write it? Is it bullied? Unlikely. Wanted to say that he likes me as a woman? So I understood it even from that vile opus. And he knows that I understood.Not a fool, you know Or maybe he wants to correct his mistake in this way? Like, yes, you, Maria Andreevna, read that you are the object of my sexual fantasies. But, they say, in fact, my feelings are deeper. And how, then, should I behave? Do not file the form? Stupid. He decides that I was embarrassed, like a girl. To chastise him? Also no. For what? For the fact that the boy revealed his feelings to me? What feelings are there? He simply criticized the glasses and described my hair as he imagines them. As far as I remember, I never went in front of him dissolved. "

She got up from the couch and went to the mirror. The frame was really monstrous. And how did she not notice this before? Masha pulled off the gum and shook her head lightly. The hair is almost the same as in Smirnov’s essay. She peered at her reflection. “Hair is like hair ... What did he find in them? And what should I do? Hmm ... What if next time I really dismiss them in front of him? And say nothing. And he will understand that I appreciated his compliment. But then it will turn out that I somehow encourage him. Of course, there is nothing to scold him for, but then such a thing cannot be encouraged. And why, actually, it is impossible? After all, it is his fantasies, and what's wrong with them? He did not see me in this form, but he turned on the imagination and described it, and quite accurately! ”

She shook her head once more, forcing her hair to spread out and become even more magnificent. “I, on the contrary, fight for these overgrowths to develop their imagination, rather than download essays from the Internet. And Smirnov develops, so why not encourage him? ".

From all these thoughts, Masha's dismay was replaced by some incomprehensible languid excitement. However, the excitement was just understandable, it was incomprehensible to him was his reason. Masha decisively dismissed the thought that the slight sexual arousal that had enveloped her was caused by the essay of the student. After all, such “troubles” happened to her before, and for no reason at all. The truth is usually this state overtook her when she went to bed after a long hard day, or in a hot fragrant bath. And Masha, like any woman, knew very well how to deal with it. She knew her body well and could help herself to relax in just a couple of minutes. But she couldn’t afford to do the same now. After all, then it would inevitably begin to torment remorse that the resulting orgasm and Misha Smirnov are somehow connected. And that was unacceptable. Therefore, Masha just occupied herself with domestic chores, and after 15 minutes nothing was left of the former excitement, except for a small wet spot on her panties ...

* * *

Smirnov went home on foot, although it was necessary to go almost 5 stops. He was completely disassembled after today's occupation. Two Bears settled in his head at once: one is a cheerful and sexually worried optimist, and the other is a cautious, incredulous pragmatist. He walked, and the Bears in his head were fiercely arguing:

- ... Then why did she let her hair down? She flirts with me. She likes me and she made it clear!

- Nothing like that! She just put me in that way. Here, they say, wrote about the hair, I wanted to drive the teacher into the paint, and I took it - and the tail dismissed. And you yourself flushed, and lowered his eyes.

- No! She did not want to embarrass me! She took the game and waits for me to write next time.

- Maybe ... And what should I write?

- Damn, here to see her legs! Not only knees, but taller ...

- I saw higher. Then, in class. And at the bottom of the sport she was in tights.

- This is not that. Besides, I didn’t really see anything in the lesson ...

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After seeing Smirnov after their fourth lesson, Masha grabbed his notebook and immediately flipped through another essay to the last page. Expectations did not deceive her.

«Maria Andreevna sat down today not opposite, as usual, but to my side. A short dress opened her slender legs almost completely. So, that even the edge of more dense knitting of her tights was visible. I could not take my eyes off this boundary between what everyone is allowed to see, and something mysteriously forbidden. And it cost me a lot of work to tune in to worky. "

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